uutpoetry:Flurry of AlphabetsA flurry of alphabets.A stone stuck in the Registrar’s office.Chaucer s
uutpoetry:Flurry of AlphabetsA flurry of alphabets.A stone stuck in the Registrar’s office.Chaucer suspended in time and space, invisible.Love stampeding in the dust, weeping limitlessly.Supernaculums shipwrecked on the shores of beauty.A flower more valuable in absence than in presence.A forgotten torpor framed in a window by a thousand rivers.A fragrance sitting on a high chair in unorganized intellectual war.The tooth of a garden deity wider than a bruitist concert.A common wrong or common right in a silk kimono.A shepherd of quenchless anger under the moon.A peasant whose shoulders are stars whose shadows are liberty whose woods are cravats whose children are Palestine whose learning is heathen trumpetswhose neurosis is psycho-democracy whose public recordsare the telescopes of burning libraries—laugh and shout O Thistles, your human form lies awakeon the bed of night.art by ms. neaux neaux -- source link